To begin our day, we decided to enjoy a "hearty" Irish breakfast (or rather lunch) of eggs, sausage, beans, bacon (ham), toast, hash-brown triangle, and black and white pudding...which was..good..at an adorable pub just up the way from our hostel, the "holyhead." Such a great name and have I mentioned excellent service? :)
Shopping was next on our agenda, and it was here I enjoyed listening to some irish women talk about life in their heavy Irish accent (Dressing rooms are quite popular), which was great. I kind of felt like I was listening to an episode of TLC's "My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding" for some reason.
After the store, we made a stop at the post office to mail back some stuff from overpacked suitcases (heads up, Mom, they're being shipped to another girl's house because it was cheaper so don't look out for it).
Our business for the day concluded with a failed trip to the laundry mat :( Oh well. By this time we were pretty hungry and tired so we stuck to the same pub as before and I had Irish stew :) It was really, really good, especially with the colder weather. I felt so satisfied with the quaint and cozy atmosphere, food, and random bursts of cheering whenever England scored a goal :)
All those words pop into my head when I think of any part of my journey thus far. Ok. Add "wet" to that list! I feel like there really is an "Irish spirit" you can't help but feel nostalgic about. It's quite amazing.
YUM!
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